"Really... there is really a tsunami?" Deqing couldn't believe it and looked at the old man who was kneeling on the ground, his lips trembling, and muttering to himself. "Mom, you heard it, Grandpa Wang said it is true!" The little boy said to the young woman with joy. A trace of unnaturalness flashed across the young woman's face, and then was replaced by a hint of gratitude. Under the leadership of the People's Liberation Army, thousands of people quickly left the dangerous beach and came to a high mountain. When they came to the mountain, they found that there were already many people gathering here, as if people in a radius of hundreds of miles were gathered here.

"Hey, where is the boss of Lao Wang?" After settled down, Deqing looked around, but did not see the boss of Lao Wang. He couldn't help but screamed urgently. "Oh, my son is gone! Who of you has seen my son?" At the same time, the young woman shouted nervously. "Mom, I'm here!" Just when the young woman was anxious, accompanied by a crisp child voice, the little boy took Lao Wang's hand and walked out of the crowd with a smile. "I saw that Grandpa Wang was tired, so I went to help him, but we both fell behind."

"Hehe... Thanks to Xiaohao, otherwise it would be a dream to climb to the top of the mountain!" Old Wang's head caressed Xiaohao's head intimately and said with a smile. Everyone suddenly realized that the grandfather and grandson stood together so harmoniously, like a beautiful scenery, which made people never get tired of watching. He felt warm in his heart. Deqing walked to Old Wang's head, scratched his head, and said with embarrassment: "Uncle Wang, it's all my fault that I'm not a thing. I treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and treat you like that. Come, you hit me a few times to relieve my anger, so that I feel better." Old Wang shook his head and said, "You can't blame you! If you want to blame, you can only blame myself. Who made me a drunkard? Haha..."

He picked up the wine, Deqing pounded his head heavily, took out a gourd containing wine from his arms, and handed it to the head of Lao Wang and said, "I actually forgot that I brought the good wine with me. Come on, you drink it openly, even if I respect you!" Lao Wang reached out to take the gourd, unscrewed the bottle plug, put his nose into the mouth of the gourd, smelled it for a long time, closed his eyes, his face covered with pottery, and murmured: "It smells fragrant, it smells so fragrant!" "Hehe... Since it smells fragrant, you can drink more!" Deqing laughed repeatedly. Lao Wang opened his eyes, looked at everyone, turned the gourd over, and the fragrant nectar and jade liquid inside immediately poured out.

"Uncle Wang, you are..." Deqing was surprised to see the movements of Lao Wang. Lao Wang poured the wine from the gourd without a drop. Then he threw the wine gourd far away to the foot of the mountain and said, "Wine cannot be touched, it will harm people! From now on, if I, Lao Wang, drink another drop of wine, I will be the turtle in the sea and the turtle in the water!" Lao Wang's words caused a lot of applause, and the little boy's slap was particularly loud. When the applause stopped, Lao Wang stood on a high ground and said loudly to everyone: "Friends, this time it is the People's Liberation Army, and the government saved us. We cannot be ungrateful, and we cannot forget others when we are safe. Let's go, let's take the lead. The small tsunami can't scare us Chinese!"

Although the tsunami caused panic, it aroused everyone's fighting spirit to unite and overcome disasters. Foreigners always say that a Chinese is a dragon and a group of Chinese are insects. When facing the threat of a tsunami and when facing a catastrophe, the Chinese proved it with their actions that this is a fallacy and fart! Not only the people in the eastern coastal areas took active action, but the rest of the people who were not threatened by the tsunami were not idle. Countless people joined the operation of transporting refugees. On all roads, one car after another brought the car into a safe place. On the long railway tracks, rows of trains were also filled with people who retreated from the east to the inner six.

Countless famous mountains and rivers have given up the huge benefits of fighting gold in Japan and are all open for free, becoming the best place for refugees to avoid tsunamis. Just as the entire China was fighting against the upcoming tsunamis, the installation of explosives in the island waters was finally coming to an end. At this time, the tsunami was less than ten nautical miles away from this explosive-covered sea area. The storm on the sea surface was getting bigger and bigger, and waves of more than ten meters high would be pressed down heavily. From the start of construction to now, at least ten drilling ships have been overturned, and more than hundreds of people have disappeared into the surging waves. Among them are islanders, Chinese people, m people... But facing the crazy waves and the danger of losing their lives at any time, no ship or one person retreated.

People were surrounded by a tragic and painful emotion, and tears were not enough to vent their emotions. Maori Chun's eyes were filled with tears, watching drilling ships struggling in the high wind and waves, and watching brave seamen thrown high by waves and then fall heavily on the deck. As a scientist, what he needed most was rationality, but Maori Chun's current moment was gradually losing his rationality. For the first time, he hated the tsunami so much, and wanted to tear it to pieces. His eyes, which were always filled with wisdom, turned blood red and full of hatred.

"Mr. Maori, how is it?" Yamamoto Masato suppressed the tension in his heart and asked in a deep voice. Maori Jun took a long breath and said, "Only the last explosive is left. I have ordered the rest of the drilling ships to retreat, leaving only the last one for operation. But..." "It's just what?" Yamamoto Masato couldn't help but tremble. Maori Jun sighed and said with sadness: "It's just... this last drilling ship may be difficult to retreat to the safe waters in time. As a result, it was either swallowed by the tsunami or exploded into pieces by the power of the explosives!" "What? Is that true?" Yamamoto Masato seemed a little lost and looked at Maori Jun blankly.

Maori nodded with a serious expression. Masato Yamamoto was silent for a while, and suddenly stood up and said, "Let our islanders drilling boat do this. Other countries have helped us a lot, and we can no longer let them sacrifice for us!" Maori said, "I think so too. The person who is carrying out this task is... the Sakura drilling boat." "Give me a list of all the staff on the Sakura drilling boat immediately. They are our heroes. No matter what situation the island country goes, we cannot forget them!" Masato Yamamoto said sadly.

When Masato Yamamoto got the list and looked at the long list and couldn't help crying, Jun Maori suddenly screamed in surprise, "What's wrong?" Jun Maori's scream made Masato Yamamoto feel tight, and he asked hurriedly: "Mr. Maori, what happened?" Jun Maori stared at the picture with his eyes and said: "I have clearly issued an order to retreat, why... why... why these drilling ships refuse to retreat?" Jun Maori snatched the microphone and shouted at all the drilling ships through the communication system. "I am Jun Maori, I am Jun Maori! Now I order all drilling ships except Sakura to retreat immediately in the direction of the island country!"

After the speaker was silent for a while, a Chinese crew member said in Mandarin: "I am the captain of the Huaxia Oriental drilling ship. We refuse to retreat. We have to wait for the Sakura drilling ship to complete the mission and return to the island country with them! This is the unanimous decision of all our Chinese drilling ships! Do not abandon, do not give up. This is the persistence of our Chinese people. Please approve it by Mr. Maori!"

The Chinese characters with a straightforward word turned into radio waves and surged into Maori Jun's ears, turning into tears in his eyes. Yamamoto Masato couldn't understand Chinese dialect and said to Maori Jun with eagerness: "Mr. Maori, what are the Chinese friends talking about? Translate it to me quickly!" Maori Jun said word by word: "The Chinese people are unwilling to retreat, they are unwilling to give up the Sakura Number and want to live and die with the Sakura Number!"

Maori Jun's words made Masato Yamamoto completely stunned, staring blankly at the five-star flag flying high on the satellite image. Masato Yamamoto's heart was completely shocked. Chinese people, this is tolerance, the great Chinese people! "Mr. Maori, the Chinese people just came to the message, just like the Chinese people, they also refused to retreat!" "H Chinese people called and returned with the Sakura Number!" "Russia calls, advance and retreat together!"... Radio waves flew to Maori Jun's general command center like wings, turning into a warm current to warm the hearts of everyone present.

Yamamoto could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart, tears burst out from his eyes, rushed to the microphone, and shouted loudly at the microphone: "I am Yamamoto Masato! On behalf of all the island nations, I thank you everyone! If the island nation can escape this disaster, it will do its best to repay the kindness of friends from all countries." After that, he looked at Jun Mori and said, "I want to call the warriors of the Sakura!" Jun Mori nodded, and the staff skillfully answered the phone number on the Drilling Ship of the Sakura. "Kiroo Mori Jiro, I am Jun Mori!" Jun Mori said in a heavy voice.

"Mori Jiro? Is... your son!?" After hearing Maori Jun's words, Masato Yamamoto asked in surprise. Maori Jun did not answer Masato Yamamoto's words and said in a deep voice to the microphone: "Mori Jiro, the person who talks with you next is the next person!" As he said that, he handed the microphone to Masato Yamamoto with tears in his eyes. Taking the heavy microphone, Masato Yamamoto cleared his throat and said loudly: "Mori Jiro, I want to say that you have a great father, and your father has a great son. As the Prime Minister of the Island Country and as a national of the Island Country, I feel extremely proud of having fellow countrymen like you!"

Yamamoto's words made Jiro Mori on the other end of the phone feel excited and shouted in a trembling voice: "Die for the island country, Jiro dies without regrets!" "No! I won't let you die. Did you hear it just now? You are not fighting alone, look at the drilling ships with various national flags around you. They are still unwilling to retreat, but they are unwilling to give up on you and want to live and die with you! Jiro, remember, here, your father and all the island people are waiting for you to complete your mission and the news of victory and triumphant success. When the tsunami recedes, I will open champagne for you in person!"
Chapter completed!